please sleep

Cui Mian didn't pay much attention to the study room before moving here, but now that he took a closer look, he found that Wenjun read a lot of books.

At that time, Cui Mian was making tea in the house, and Wen Jun was writing in front of the desk.Sunlight leaked in from the window, and Wenjun's figure was half in the light and half in the shadow.

Cui Mian, who was behind him, made tea quietly, the green leaves fluttering in the scalding hot water, he scalded the teacup, poured one into Wenjun's desk and placed it gently on Wen Jun's desk without disturbing too much.

Cui Mian felt comfortable in such a poor life.His hand gently slid over the books on the bookshelf. "I just don't know what method you used to seduce the champion of the dynasty" were Xiao Yan's original words that day.It's a pity that the situation is tricky, otherwise today's Wen Jun would never be partial to this cold house, and he must be an upstart in the capital.

"Little Junjun, have you read all these books?"

He took out the book by chance, flipped through it twice and put it back again.

"Well, I've read them all and memorized them by heart."

Cui Mian took out a copy of "Fengshen Bang", he had never read the book, but he had heard of the story, saying that there was a beautiful fox named Yue Daji in it, which caused King Zhou to lose his territory and has been cast aside by the world until now.But Cui Mian really felt that Daji was innocent, obviously it was King Zhou who was headstrong, indulged in sex and sex, and had more than one sex, so how could he blame Daji?

Cui Mian put the book back, and a piece of paper fell from between the book. He picked it up and took a closer look. It was the one when Zuixianju Wenjun stole his painting.I remember how he made things difficult for him at that time, and looking at the back of Wenjun who is in the same room now...it is really a strange feeling.

If he hadn't knelt in Prince You's Mansion to intercede for him that time, maybe he wouldn't be here now...

At the end of spring and early summer, the willow tree in the corner of the courtyard grew taller again, and the tuberose on the other side also grew lushly, with small white star-shaped flowers already visible in the oily green.

【"It was you who kissed the pen and ink

dye my eyes with tears

Who are the joys and sorrows

they misunderstood

I'm only controlled by you

How can there be more perfect in the world

..."]

A melodious, ethereal and melodious.

A few strands of Cui Mian's black silk were blown up by the wind, and a few green leaves fell on Wen Jun's rice paper. The beauty on the paper looked intently, with lips and teeth slightly parted, just like she was singing an opera.

The beauty sings lightly, and the scholar draws lightly. It is expected that such a picture can also be regarded as a gifted scholar and beautiful woman, unparalleled in the world!

Taoman: "Call a meeting today. It's about our family's expenses. Since Cui Mian and I moved in, we haven't contributed much. It's all supported by Brother Wen Jun. This makes our conscience very disturbed."

Cui Mian also echoed, "It's been hard work for you during this time, Xiao Junjun."

"Brother Wen Jun, don't think that we don't know. You are running around for your family's livelihood, and you have married several private acquaintances. Hypnosis and I are two and a half men. He counts as half and I count as two. How dare you support me?" !"

Sometimes Wenjun stays up late to prepare for the next day's private lessons, and Cui Mian sees it.

"So, I'm announcing that I, Taoman, will go out to find work, and Cui Mian will go to Liyuan to sing."

Liyuan is a well-known theater in the capital. It is a frequented place for princes and nobles, and the rewards are very generous. Cui Mian couldn't be more suitable to go there.

"I, I don't agree." Wen Jun retorted softly,

"What?"

"Cui Mian can't go to Liyuan to sing." Jun Wen really didn't want Cui Mian to show his face again, let alone meet King Ye.

Now Taoman is in trouble, what can Cui Mian do if he doesn't go to sing, he can't go back to Zuixianju...

Cui Mian went to the fish tank to feed the carp in it. He sprinkled a little, and the fish in it jumped up eagerly, very energetic.

"Well, I'll do what I do best."

"Are you going back to sell it?"

Wen Jun unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, these words are too straightforward...

"Yes, sell. I can sell my hue~ I think Xiao Junjun's painting skills are also very good. Xiao Junjun, don't you often draw people's paintings? Based on their beauty, those paintings will definitely sell for a good price."

"That's right! That's a good idea. Here's a picture of a beauty taking a bath, and a picture of a beauty showing a bath. Why don't you just publish "Book of Erotic Beauty"."

Wen Jun: "Brother Taoman, what do you usually watch..."

"Well, I think this is a good idea. Where do you want to draw, Junjun?" Cui Mian cast a wink at her,

Wen Jun almost couldn't stand up, and rolled his Adam's apple.

Taoman walked up to Cui Mian and whispered in a low voice: "Do you think we are forcing girls into prostitution?"

Cui Mian also responded in a low voice: "No, how can I be good? Anyway, I'm a prostitute."

Wenjun is completely black...

"Come, come, ten taels of silver a piece, limited to each person! Don't grab it..."

After a while, Taoman's hands were empty. Sure enough, Cui Mian's beauty was selling well.

"Shopkeeper, I got it!" The clerk of Liuyi Teahouse took the credit and brought it in front of the shopkeeper.

"Okay, is that the beauty who came that day?"

"Yeah, that's him." The buddy didn't expect that the idea that day would come true. If he knew that these paintings were made by Wenjun, he might really go to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva to thank Chengquan for his kindness.

"Then paste it quickly."

Cui Mian's portrait was pasted up in many teahouses, which indeed adorned many teahouses and attracted customers. For a while, posting Cui Mian's portrait in teahouses and restaurants became a trend in the capital.

Time flies, the two have been sharing the same bed for half a month, and Wen Jun has dark circles under his eyes for half a month.

Taoman felt distressed when he saw it, and privately advised Wen Jun to let Cui Mian do it. It's not that the two have never had sex before, although that time was special.But he really didn't understand what Wen Jun was insisting on,

Alas, it turned out that it was so hard for Liu Xiahui to be pregnant, Taoman couldn't help but sigh.

That night... what was supposed to happen finally happened.

That night at Yuluo's banquet, Wenjun couldn't help but was drunk a few cups, and when he got home, he threw himself on the bed.

In fact, Wenjun is not unwilling to drink because of poor quality of wine. Even if he is drunk, he is still a quiet and handsome man, provided that no one provokes him...

That night, Cui Mian repeated the same trick, lying on Wenjun's side, his nimble fingers slid into Wenjun's back, slid over the waist and eyes, and finally came to the lower abdomen and circled,

"You, don't move anymore. Uh..."

"Uh, there...don't move..."

Cui Mian never paid attention to Wenjun's warning...

"You brought it on yourself!"

Wenjun turned over and put Cui Mian under him,

"Ah~ you, little Junjun, what are you doing..." Cui Mian felt a little pain, but the Wenjun in front of him was quite different from usual, his eyes were full of desire,

Wen Jun leaned his ears, the heat penetrated into Cui Mian's cochlea, numb for a while,

"I like you the most, Junjun~"

"Heh, you watery, man, man,"

……

The moon hides behind the clouds, the night is very long.

The next day, in the study room, the two naked people on the bed were exposed to the sun.

Wenjun wakes up and touches his forehead, feeling annoyed that he has sex after drinking, he shouldn't drink that wine.

Just as Wenjun wanted to get up, his hand was held by his slender fingers.

"Don't go..." Cui Mian lay on her body, revealing her smooth and beautiful back, shining brightly in the morning light.

He was still very tired, he didn't even want to open his eyes, his slender eyelashes were closed,

"Don't go, you... did a good job yesterday!"

Wen Jun...

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The opera is selected from the lyrics of "Drawing the Silk Opera".